Well, It is here again. Saturday. Right after Friday. Like clockwork. Can you tell I have nothing much to say today? This post is late because I was working with Pflugerville Pets Alive at their adoption event and was bogged down with the task of playing with 16 puppies. It was so terrible, I loved every minute of it, doing it again next week. With that being said, I did boast a little about my writing so I guess I better put up or shut up.
So today will be a spooky one, since it has been awhile for one of those.
The old wooden floors moaned at the intruder. The shadowy figure paused to listen. No other noises started up, so he continued toward the bedroom. Secure the parents, secure the kids, take the load, get the hell out of town. Simple job, rich family, easy money. The thoughts flowed out of him like a mantra. Really, he should consider himself more of a robin hood type. He was taking back the riches given to this blowhard normally given to the guys who hired him. Not that they would ever take responsibility for hiring him, but that was the norm.
Gliding down the hallway, he stopped at the sound of harsh breathing. His heart raced as he turned his head, fearing the worst. There stood a small boy, no older than 7. His light hair and dark eyes shadowed in darkness. His smile, however, was as bright as day.
Panicking, he almost yelled in surprise. The boy shook his head and smiled, leading the man down the hall. His hand was cold, and clammy. Like he had just washed them after a midnight pee. Did this boy think he was here to play? Why didn’t he alert his parents? The boy pointed to his room with the door slightly open. They continued to the room as the man thought of ways to secure him without alerting the parents.
The boy walked into a room that was decked out with all the latest tech gadgets any young boy dreamt of. He stood over the fish tank near the bed, watching with intensity. The man, true to his profession, searched the room for ways to secure the child. Something to mute his cries, something to hold him still. He had zip ties he could attach after getting him quiet. His eyes wondered the desk littered with game systems, a jar of money, action figures. Comic books covered the bookshelf with abandoned educational books. He spotted a closet that was slightly ajar, a jump rope leaking out the bottom like a forgotten snake. The man smiled as he eyed a basket of laundry with freshly rolled socks on top. Picking both up, he turned back to an empty room. The boy was gone.
Panicking that the boy had gone to wake his parents, he ran out the door, almost bowling over the boy looking up a set of stairs that had been hidden behind a door. The man grasped empty air as the boy dashed silently up the stairs. Swearing at all the saints he remembered, he took off up the stairs. Cursing his luck and this kid. Cresting the stairs, he saw the child looking at a wall. The boy smiled and walked out of sight. As the man gave chase, he stopped short at the edge of the pool of blood. Mother, Father, Sister and Brother all embraced on an old couch in a loving family pose, mussed hair and pajamas worse for wear. Upon further inspection, he saw the father and mother were bound. Sister was leaning on the mother’s shoulder. The boy sat holding a jump rope. The man looked to the jump rope in his own hands only to find a crowbar, dripping with blood.
Dropping the crowbar to the floor, he looked up to find them all staring at him. Smiling like he was a photographer, about to snap a picture. He took a step back into something solid. Turning his head slowly to keep the family in view, he noted the door was now directly behind him. The one from down the stairs. The man whipped back around to find the boy in front of him again, offering the jump rope. The man shook as warm liquid trickled down his leg. He noticed the rope burns around the boy’s neck. Looking back to the family, he saw they were all looking angrily at the boy. He looked backed to the smiling child with the jump rope. Terrified, he found the other family members had now risen, standing much closer, as if coming for the child. The man couldn’t blink, couldn’t move. Suddenly, he felt tight. The boy had his arms wrapped around his waist. The man glanced at the boy’s smiling face, while the boy wrapped the rope around him. His eyes darted to the family, frozen even closer. Reaching for the child, as if to snatch him.
With that, the man was pushed backwards, and just kept falling.
Police lights flashed against the marbled main entrance to the beautiful home. Four body bags were taken out by gurney and loaded up, on their way to the morgue. The police stood by and watched large men in smocks buckling the last latch on the stranger they found hanging over the bodies, speaking gibberish.
“You know, I’m almost keen to believe him.”
“What, that they set him up? That they fought over him? Or that the boy was saving him?”
“Nah, that he was breaking in here to steal stuff, but that they stole from him.” After a sip of coffee, “Seems to me that alive or dead, they stole his sanity.”
Huffy laughter followed as they followed the muzzled and bound perpetrator out of the house.